Juliet Grant

Juliet Grant

VT

14 years old

Posts

  • We the People Sing

    We the people sing,

    We don’t want to have a king.

    Peace on earth and mercy mild,

    Acceptance for every adult and child.

    All the people rise,

    We cry our anger to the skies.

    We the people proclaim,

  • Gaea and Her Children

    As I sit in the grass a sense of magic overcomes me. The mother of all, Gaea, is here.

    I can’t see her, but I feel her presence everywhere. She is crying, sobbing, mourning her lost children, the trees, the birds, the bears, the flowers.

Loves

  • My Friend, the Moth

    Gentle as water sliding down your face,

    A voice like a bell.

    A smile as delicate as a rose,

    But as strong as an eagle.

    Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.

    Hair like a sunset.

  • We are the People

    We are the people.

    The girl who wears every scar like a trophy.

    The boy who struggles with reading.

    The kid who protests for their rights.

    The mother who works 3 jobs to pay the bills.

  • The Only King We Want

    Restrain the roaring voices 

    to prevent the foreseeable fights 

    filled with rage and hatred 

    that could permanently appall 

    the people of this world. 

    Lips must sculpt more smiles,